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"What's wrong? You're her sugar daddy, aren't you? How does it feel to be with our Shengsheng? Is it particularly intoxicating?"
His words became increasingly offensive, even someone as calm and composed as Qin Xinyi couldn't help but clench his fists.
Beside him, Lu Qisheng seemed to sense his anger and reached out her small hand to squeeze his, shaking her head helplessly, "It's not worth it."
It's not worth getting worked up over such scum, nor is it worth responding to his filthy words. There's no benefit in engaging with such a person.
But just because he didn't care didn't mean the middle-aged man would back off.
The biggest characteristic of a rogue like him is that he bullies the weak and fears the strong.
Seeing that Qin Xinyi remained silent, the middle-aged man grew even more audacious.
"If you’ve been with my daughter, you should pay up."
"With my daughter's looks and figure, and being a virgin, she’s worth at least a million."
His tone was flippant, and there was no trace of a fatherly demeanor; instead, he treated his own daughter like merchandise to be sold.
Qin Xinyi finally couldn't hold back any longer. He shot a cold glance at the man and said flatly, "Are you sick?"
"What? Don't tell me you don't have money?" The man stepped forward quickly, trying to snatch Lu Qisheng away from him. "If you don't have money, what right do you have to take her away!"
But Qin Xinyi would not let him succeed. He pulled Lu Qisheng behind him protectively.
Once he ensured her safety, he turned around, looking at the middle-aged man with disdain and coldly replied, "A million, huh? I can give it to you, but..."
As soon as money was mentioned, the middle-aged man's expression brightened; after all, his initial purpose was simply to demand money. "But what?"
"You are never to bother her again. No matter what happens, unless she wants it, you are never allowed to appear in front of her."
His words were decisive, without any hesitation.
"Alright, alright," the middle-aged man said with a grin, quickly agreeing.
However, behind him, Lu Qisheng was unwilling. From her understanding of her father, he was never the type to let things go just because money was involved.
He was like a bottomless pit, forever greedy and never satisfied; the more he was given, the more he wanted.
She rushed out from behind, emotionally stopping him. "No! Xin Yi, don't give him anything!"
Seeing Lu Qisheng suddenly appear and ruin his plans, the middle-aged man's expression turned fierce. Veins bulged on his forehead as he cursed in a low voice, "You little wretch, what did you say?"
Qin Xinyi frowned uncontrollably at his insult.
Her slender fingers, scarred and trembling, clutched tightly at her clothes. The emotions she had been suppressing suddenly erupted all at once as she shouted hoarsely, "Why should I give you anything? You killed my mother and ruined my life! Why should I give you money? I won't give you a single cent! Don't even think about it!"
She gritted her teeth, her pale face filled with hatred. "I wish you would rot in prison until you die! Never to be reborn!"
She screamed in agony, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
She gasped for breath, taking deep breaths.
Qin Xinyi remained silent, gently patting her back and staying by her side.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man was infuriated by her words. He glared at her in rage, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
"I won't take money today; I want to teach you a lesson, you little wretch."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped her with all his might.
Lu Qisheng fell to the ground from the impact, her face burning with pain. She reached up to touch it and felt a warm liquid with a metallic taste; she realized blood was already trickling from the corner of her mouth.
A slap was not enough; he was about to kick her.
But before he could land that kick, he was struck hard in the face by someone else.
This was the first time Qin Xinyi had ever hit someone in his life. Although his hand trembled slightly as he clenched his fist, he felt no fear or hesitation because he had someone to protect.
The middle-aged man was unwilling to be beaten and quickly reacted by swinging his fist at Qin Xinyi.
The two men instantly engaged in a brawl, trading punches without yielding to each other.
However, the middle-aged man was burly and had been drinking, so his strikes were fierce and powerful.
As for Qin Xinyi, his body was already weak and he had no experience in fighting, so he soon found himself at a disadvantage.
Before long, Qin Xinyi's strength waned, and he could no longer withstand the man's iron-like fists. He began to take punch after punch, eventually being knocked to the ground and beaten mercilessly.
Blood slowly seeped from his nose and the corner of his mouth.
Yet the middle-aged man showed no signs of stopping. Like a madman, he desperately tightened his grip around Qin Xinyi's neck as if intent on killing him.
At this rate, with Qin Xinyi's frail and sickly body, he would not last more than a few minutes before seeing the sun rise again.
With a loud crash, shards flew everywhere.
The middle-aged man's actions abruptly halted as he turned around in disbelief. He saw Lu Qisheng standing behind him, tears streaming down her face, trembling with fear, holding a broken bottle in her hand.
"Damn it!" he shouted angrily, glaring at her.
But in the next moment, his body began to slowly topple over, his limbs devoid of strength.
With a heavy thud, he fell to the ground.
A middle-aged man lay face down on the ground, his eyes vacant. Blood began to flow from the back of his head, pooling on the floor in large patches.
Lu Qisheng held a bottle of alcohol, panic-stricken as he witnessed the scene, his lips trembling in fear. His body shook uncontrollably, as if he had lost his soul, standing there in a daze.
Qin Xinyi and Lu Qisheng were both just over twenty years old; they had never encountered such a situation and had no idea how to respond.
For a normal person, the first reaction upon encountering something like this would be to flee.
However, after Qin Xinyi got up, her first instinct was to check for his breath. Unfortunately, she discovered that he was barely breathing and on the brink of death.
Even more unfortunate was that Lu Qisheng's stepmother, Yuan Lihua, happened to arrive at that moment with her son, Lu Jiajun.
The sudden encounter left all four of them frozen in place.
In the end, Lu Jiajun called the police, and Lu Qisheng and Qin Xinyi were taken to the police station for questioning.
Qin Xian received news late at night and rushed over to handle the situation.
He found his cousin sitting in the detention room in a disheveled state, his once pristine white shirt covered in dust as if he had rolled in dirt, looking extremely messy.
On his face, there were bleeding wounds that had not been bandaged, with bright red liquid flowing down his cheek. Yet he seemed oblivious to it all, his eyes devoid of any light, lost in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
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